Five weeks left, Austin!

This evening I went through my clothes and made four arrangements: take to Montana, throw in storage, donate, and keep-for-now-in-TX-and-for-the-trip-west.

Do you know what that means??? It means it's getting REAL! I'm physically preparing! 

I am ecstatic. Musings continue.

So far like Carole King, my life is becoming a tapestry. It's a series of varied and fine vignettes, all across the spectrum vibrantly and violently. No wonder I am engaged to the wild country. Seen too much of some wild people. 

So I have Austin for one more month.

To the culture of twenty-somethings in twenty-twelve, I raise my glass, close my tab at Spider House, and laugh, "Give me a break!" as I prepare to depart. No offense, Austin and friends. I just am not learning or doing or seeing the way I want to. Time to go.

By way of the Blue Ridge first, of course, a detour to my roots.







Sometimes I think my perception is an outside element, that it betrays my honesty before I even realize it. What is more real, then? If perception overtakes meditation... is the gut more honest, or is it the deliberation? Is it the knee-jerk emotion or prolonged thought and subsequent realization? Logical versus Primal... gah. As I always say anymore, when ever you ask a big question you are going to arrive at a paradox.

So it's a toss-up, like everything else. What to expect!?
Accept that you may never feel totally certain about anything. (Dig!) Enjoy the chaotic comings and goings of social hives, of spiritual quests, of personal development, and do your best to keep the outlook (and output!) ultimately positive.